"Cap'n Novak!" Cline shouted, desperately trying to be heard over the other chatter in the bridge. "What?" Novak replied, startlingly calm despite there current situation "What are we going to do sir? There are just to many of them!" Novak laughed heartily, "So what our enemy's outnumber the stars? We'll just have to teach those b******s who there dealing with!" He removed his eyepatch and his analytical engine sprung to life, probing the surrounding area "Ready the Harbinger!" He grinned as he fell back into the chair that dominated the center of the bridge "we'll blast our way through!"
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